What started as a way to share news about HPS and what it is like to live with Hermansky-Pudlak Syndrome has fallen apart badly! There are a lot of reasons for this. Some are related to health. Some are related to time. And some are related to mental health. Finally, the last obstacle was technical. I lost access to my blog. Every time I started to work on regaining access, something interrupted the process and I’d have to start all over again. Before you say it, I know. A blog is so old school. Haven’t you heard of a vlog Heather? Or maybe TikTok? I know my limits. I have a great face for radio. I’m not particularly eager to film myself. When I do, I feel I need to spend extra time putting on makeup or fixing my hair. Yet, often when I have the time to do something like this, it is early in the morning or late at night. I don’t want to “get ready.” I’m having a hard enough time squeezing this in without staging myself. Grin. I’m trying to start with small goals. Right now, I’m h
Here was another sight we stopped to see on our quick trip to Concord. This is the Old North Bridge. When the fighting broke out between the British and the colonists, there had been a few skirmishes that first day of the Revolutionary War, starting in Lexington. It's at this bridge, however, that the forces sort of faced off with the Brits on one side and the colonists on the other. It was on this spot that the first official orders were given to fire on the British troops. Can you imagine what that must have been like? We didn't yet have an identity as Americans. These farmers known as the Minute Men were essentially being asked to fire on their own - as if we were asked to fire on other Americans. How badly things must have become from their point of view to reach such a place.
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